I had twin girls in 1953. I had the first little girl and they took her away from me as the next baby was already on its way. I didn’t have much time to think and it wasn’t until I had the second baby girl that I asked where they had taken my first. They said that she had died. I was numb. I couldn’t believe it. She was perfect. They were identical twins and the only difference was that my angel baby had curly hair and her twin had straight hair.
I was overcome with emotions. Elated that I’d got my precious little girl but devastated that we lost her twin when there appeared to be nothing wrong. I wasn’t allowed to see her again and in those days, when babies died, they put them in the coffins of other people that had passed away so for my whole life, I had no idea where she was. Whenever I see a new mum with twins I still have a few tears.
Unbelievably, within the last year, my children did some research and managed to find where my little girl was buried. She has been very close to me all this time and I never knew. I’m 86 years old now and I still think about her every single day. I always wonder what she would have been like.
